Accidentally Pregnant After Divorcing The Billionaire - Chapter 159: Chapter 159

"Ah, Mr. Lynn... your wife must be very beautiful," the foreigner remarked, noticing Jonathan's soft expression.
"Yes, she is," Jonathan replied calmly, taking a sip of his coffee. As his phone buzzed again, he glanced at the screen, unable to ignore it. With a quick apology, he excused himself to take the call. The foreigner gave him a smile and nodded.
Stepping outside, Jonathan took a moment to enjoy the sun's warmth before playing the voice message. "Mr. Lime, what's the 'mwah' supposed to mean? Kisses?"
Jonathan was puzzled. He was about to call Teresa back when she rang first. It was noisy on her end until she moved to a quieter spot.
"Sorry about the last message," Teresa said. "I was picking up takeout, and a colleague's kid started playing with my phone."
Jonathan was left speechless, thinking, 'So, the flirty messages weren't from her? I've been flirting with a three-year-old, and talking about how much "we" missed each other? If it were my own kid, maybe it wouldn't feel so awkward. But it wasn't.'
"Why hasn't Mike's mom picked him up yet? Is he still staying at your place?" Jonathan asked, irritation seeping into his tone.
There was a brief silence. "She's visiting her hometown and won't be back until March," Teresa admitted. "It's still January."
"She's quite the shameless one," Jonathan muttered, frowning.
Teresa didn't respond, leaving the silence to stretch out. Finally, Jonathan sighed, giving up. She wasn't the type to confess missing him, not even subtly. 'All those feelings of mine were wasted,' Jonathan lamented.
"I'll call you back. I'm having dinner with a client," he said.
"All right. By the way, when will you be back?" Teresa asked, remembering he had left almost a week ago.
"Next week," he replied, his tone softening. "Once I wrap up these international deals, I won't need to travel abroad next month. Then, I can spend more time with you in Nareigh."
Teresa paused briefly. "I don't need your company—"
"Then you keep me company," he countered before hanging up.
Teresa turned to see Michael standing by the wall, his innocent eyes fixed on her. She cleared her throat. "Why did you text him just now?"
"But Mr. Lime texted first! You told me it's rude not to reply," the boy protested, his tone indignant. Teresa opened her mouth to respond but found herself at a loss for words.
On January 15th, Jennifer was discharged from the hospital. She couldn't stand the suffocating room any longer and was anxious about Donald noticing Michael's resemblance and becoming suspicious.
The truth had to stay buried—Teresa didn't deserve to be dragged back into the past. Jennifer was determined not to let Teresa repeat her mistakes.
Though Teresa urged her to rest a few more days, Jennifer insisted on going home. She preferred to recover from her minor injuries at her own pace.
Donald, meanwhile, handled her discharge paperwork. "Take your time getting better. No rush to come back to work," he said warmly.
"I understand," Jennifer replied curtly, pulling out her phone. "I've transferred the hospitalization expenses to you. Thank you for saving me."
Donald frowned as he received the alert. 'How did she even get my account number?' he thought before chiding her, "For heaven's sake, I don't want your money!"
"I prefer not to owe favors," Jennifer said firmly.
"You're impossible," Donald muttered, exasperated. "Are you keeping me at arm's length because I'm your sister's ex-cousin-in-law? We used to grab coffee, remember?"
"That was because—" She stopped herself, unwilling to finish.
Donald sighed. "I'm sending the money back. Stop being so polite. It wasn't even a big expense. Teresa already gave me the fees. I was just doing my duty as a doctor."
"Do what you want," Jennifer said. "I've already sent it. If you don't want it, that's on you."
"And I don't want it," Donald said, staring at her. "If you keep this up, I'm going to get mad."
Jennifer didn't respond, instead gazing at the patients passing by. Soon after, Teresa arrived to pick her up, having dropped Michael off and gotten Jonathan's car washed.
Jennifer had only a few essentials during her hospital stay—nothing much beyond a washbasin and hot water bottle. Though Teresa thought they should just toss them, Jennifer insisted on bringing them home. "You have to be practical and save every penny," Jennifer reasoned.
"Sure, Hannah. Whatever you say." Teresa chuckled.
Jennifer refused to ride in the car, but Donald had already helped load her things into the vehicle. "When's my cousin coming back?" Donald asked Teresa.
"Next week," she replied.
A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. "You two talk a lot, huh? I message him daily, and he never replies."
Teresa coughed awkwardly, turning away. Meanwhile, Jennifer was getting impatient. "Teresa isn't your sister-in-law anymore. She has nothing to do with the Lynn family."
"Fine, fine," Donald said, patting Jennifer on the head while she was unguarded. "You're always so serious."
Jennifer smacked his hand away, her face darkening with anger. She was determined never to let him touch her again. Teresa sighed as she observed the exchange. Her sister was much more ruthless than she could ever be.
Her resolve to sever ties was much stronger than Teresa's, and that was impressive.
As the car started, Teresa turned on the sound system. She was struck by the playlist—vintage classics like "Time Flies," "It's Been Awhile," and "My Love"—unchanged from when she and Jonathan were married.
"You should return this car. People will talk if they see you driving your ex's car," Jennifer scolded.
"I didn't have a car to pick you up, so I had to use this one. My car's still with Miriam," Teresa explained. "She'll return it next week."
"Then take mine—" Jennifer started to offer hers but stopped. Her second-hand Toyota—that she had scrimped and saved for—had been totaled in the accident. She bit her lip, realizing she would need a new car soon.
Halfway home, Teresa's phone buzzed. It was Benny, confirming he'd completed what she tasked him to do. 'Well, no surprise there. Benny always gets things done fast like a bunny,' she thought.
As the car pulled into the residential area, Teresa grinned. "Get out of the car, Hannah. I've got a surprise for you."
Puzzled, Jennifer followed her gaze to a brand-new white Mercedes-Benz C260 parked in the driveway, gleaming in the sunlight. Benny jogged toward them, handing the keys over to Teresa.
"It's the fully configured version. I got every discount possible," he said. "Total came to 107 thousand dollars with tax. Just give me 100 thousand dollars; you can keep the change."
"No way," Teresa said firmly. "I'll transfer you the full amount."
Benny waved her off. "Use the extra to buy Jonathan a new scarf. He's been wearing the black one all year. He's always bragging about how it was a gift from you. Besides, he's a CEO now, and that scarf needs a wash."